Stray

Words and music by roddy frame


You don't have to tell me what you're still looking for,
Two arms to hold you and a voice to say,
"that's alright, you can spend the night",
Well, come around.
'cos i've been there and these are the notes
From the overground,
The world saxaphone quartet, the smell of violets,
And a passing friend won't let you down.

Listen to the rhythm of the rain falling,
Say you're gonna change your foolish ways.
Make a promise, break a promise in the same day,
It goes the same way, anyway.
So you pray for silence and its sadness and its violence
To be washed away, one day.

I understand the state you've reach of being unreachable,
Somewhere out there where only the music plays.
Loneliness and being alone don't always mean the same,
Who needs the movie? you can see the music anyway.
A sketch for winter, a burgundy and sanctuary
Can make me stay when i feel that way.

And if my words don't say the things that they were meant to say,
And if confusion comes and carries all my words away,
And if you still don't understand,
I wanna hold your hand, and look at it this way...
Someone singing's better than the war they're winning
Winging its way, your way or my way,
Any day, any way, stray.

Words and music by roddy frame


All the madness in the mirror,
The tremblin' and the tears.
It takes a long time comin' out,
It's comin' out of here.
I've been wandering your london town,
And it's wearin' out my shoes.
It's a long road comin' down,
Comin' down with the blues.

But when you hold me and really make love to me,
I know that love is true forgiveness.
Time on my mind is time spent with you,
But it's time that i can't find,
With the notting hill blues.

Lovers pass me on the gate,
Like distant cousings, removed,
Holding hands, it seems like an act of fate,
And i'm almost moved.
But love has left me standing still,
With no directions and no clues,
No speech to let my feelings loose.
A celebration of the blues.

But when you hold me and really make love to me,
I know that love is true forgiveness.
Out on the road i was down with the crew,
Now i'm all alone, on the run,
With the notting hill blues.

And it's a lonely, lonely time,
Sadness preys upon my mind,
A telephone and a bottle of booze,
But who do you call? when your tongue tied,
Up all night.

Words and music by roddy frame


I look around me and what do i see?
Sadness surrounds me, alone as can be
With too much time and too much distance.
These chains that bind me
They won't set me free,
I look behind me and coming for me
Is my best friend, she's my resistance.

Chorus:
So if you find yourself alone and so unkind,
And if you've asked yourself, over and over,
And even if your heartbeats hurt like goodbyes,
Try, try, try
Open your mind, spend some time,
With the gentle kind

I was torn between the darkness and the light,
Lost to all belief that it could turn out right.
But my quiet friend turned me round,
Made me see again.
Took my hand, said nothing much,
No lesson learned, just a gentle touch
And i am coming round,
I am coming round again.

Chorus

Cos' in a hard world, with fastness and an eye on the money,
I heard a soft voice, saying "never worry, hold on honey"
When my world was gone, a whisper kind of eased my mind.
And i am holdin' on,
To the gentle kind.

Words and music by roddy frame


The sun dying on a dusty room,
Tv lying to me through the gloom,
Even remote control can't change this mood,
Get outta london while the getting's good,
Get outta london while i know i could,
Get outta london.

Train's come just ride and believe,
The engine running's all the music i need,
I've got a fear of the past and a hunger to feed,
Get outta london and you shall be free,
Get outta london and it's guaranteed,
Get outta london.

I walked the avenue of dumb signs,
Meant nothing and it felt fine,
Then i remembered what was really mine,
A silver shiver running down my spine.

Down where the streets are pave with sick schemes,
The river's running like a snake through a dream,
The politicians gaze across its slime,
I need another way to waste my time,
Get outta london, get outta london.

I saw the spectre of charity,
And he didn't seem brotherly,
Popping up what should be blown away.
A brotherhood of man in disarray,
I got hit by the dreamers disease,
Where your big ideas,
Don't make connection with your buckling knees,
And saw the greed and agreed that it sucked,
But they said, "don't laugh at money cos it's bad luck"
Get outta london, get outta london.

Words and music by roddy frame


Awake,
In winter's crystal hours,
And give to what gets you in the end,
For the sake of a love that just devours,
And smiles and takes,
And lays you down again.

Run free
The moon is always female,
Straight to what's still and will not bend,
Don't wait for the sunshine to surround you,
Consume and fake,
And let you down again.

Cos' life is short,
And you better get smart,
To the people who know nothing,
And surround you.

Stand straight,
In what kills you and confounds you,
And break its chains,
And still believe.